Murphy’s Law. So over you.

by Sophia

Some days are great. Others, not so much.

1. I had a client change a few PowerPoint slides in a presentation and then email the whole thing back to me. Unfortunately, he had somehow managed to introduce a French language default into the pages. This meant that all of the English words that were correctly spelled, were coming up with the squiggly error line underneath.

I tried a zillion things to turn change it. It took several hours to fix the problem. By then, two other PowerPoints were “infected” with the default.

Merde.

2. I returned home after taking my mom to the grocery store during lunch. My housekeeper was standing at the doorway. She greats me with, “I have something to show you.” I immediately think that some valuable item has been destroyed. She shows me this:

Don't ya just hate when this happens?

Now I have to figure out how to get a replacement hose. Or maybe I should just try duct tape. Or maybe I should turn into a hoarder. No need to worry about the floors then.

3. Missing sock syndrome. Really people. WTF is this about?! I now have a collection of five unmatched single athletic socks. Where the hell do these socks go? Do they feel imprisoned and go over the wall while we sleep? Are they being kidnapped by one legged people? Do they biodegrade? Are aliens responsible?

Why do we just lose socks? It’s not like we put in three shirts into the washer and only pull out two. In my experience all the shirts come out, but not all of the socks. Very freaky.

In my opinion, the person who solves this mystery should get Nobel Peace Prize. Hopefully, they would be willing to buy me more socks with the cash honorarium.

I can assure you it has nothing to do with size. Infant socks get lost too, which one could understand since they are so small to begin with. You’d think that both would be lost, but nope. Invariably there is always ONE baby sock that is missing after the wash. It will always be an enigma….